[Bonus chapter thanks to Rikstingray <3 there has to be a better coping mechanism for not having a Valentine's than this]
Sylas punched, and the world around him exploded. The arm length of his trench coat and turtleneck sleeve shattered apart in the same blow.
An emerald and gold glow hung around Sylas, the density solidifying until it was practically armor.
'Hm?'
Sylas had only a moment of pause for a split second when Kalem's style completely shifted. The latter's fist became an open palm the instant their knuckles connected, his hand sliding down beneath Sylas' fist as though to parry it.
Sylas' arm slid up, and Kalem snaked around it, flipping his palm with a twist of his wrist and grabbing onto Sylas' own.
A pressure powerful enough to fracture bone pressed down on Sylas' wrist, and Kalem pulled.
BOOM.
